chapter thirty-eight

                                    

                                          
Bea stood in position.
Feet shoulder-width apart, back straight, taser gun held to her chest. Beside her, Gally was doing the exact same. The pair were inside the WCKD building, 'guarding' one of the exits, while they were waiting for a suited up Thomas to come in with Teresa. Meanwhile, Newt was strolling around; him being the signal for the group to move to the next stage of the plan. 
On the other side of the complex, Fry and Brenda were doing their part. Their job was to secure transport; they had planned to use a crane to steal one of buses to transport the kids away before eventually getting them back to the Army Base Camp.
Bea glanced to the side, through her tinted visor, to see Thomas and Teresa marching into the building. After a couple of metres, they were stopped by Newt, who nodded to Bea and Gally only a few seconds later. 
It's go time. 
A part of her was nervous; the plan was pretty good but it wasn't foolproof. But on top of that was the excitement of seeing Minho again - that overpowered most of the anxiety. 
A good posture still kept, her and Gally marched over to the other three before Teresa guided them to a separate part of the floor. Bea's eyes occasionally flitted from left to right, double-checking that nobody was suspicious of them.
They swiftly turned down another slip corridor, Teresa leading them. Reaching the door at the end, the girl scanned her thumb, the checkbox lighting up green, before she swung the door wide open.
Bea lifted her gun to her cheek, the guys doing the same as they entered a stairway. Quickly, they began jogging down the stairs until Gally called out.
"Hold on," the boy paused, causing the group to look back in confusion, "I can get in here."
Pulling his mask off of his face, his hand skimmed over a silver panelled wall that had a square electrical box on it. 
Thomas nodded at him, "Throw me the walkie."
Gally did as Thomas asked before the brunette boy disappeared further down the staircase. Bea jogged up the passing Teresa, who stared upwards, and Newt who was clutching onto the banister. 
Harshly, the blonde boy yanked his mask off of his face, gasping for air. He erupted into a small coughing fit, each cough sounding worse then the last. Bea sidled over to the boy sympathetically, rubbing his back and pulling his arm to stand up straighter. 
"You okay?" she whispered. He nodded in response, tugging on the cotton warmer around his neck. Her eyes caught Teresa who was standing on the staircase, staring at Newt with an unreadable look in her eyes. Frowning she turned Newt away so his back was facing the other girl.
"We'll get the serum soon, okay?" her reassured the boy who looked a whole lot paler now. Around the edges of his face - especially on his neck - his veins were more prominent, gradually becoming a more deep purple colour.
Fuck. Soon has to become sooner or he's gonna fucking die.
Bea shook the negative thoughts away as the sound of Gally drilling into the electrical box, echoed in her eardrums. 
The sound of footsteps vibrated against the walls as Thomas came back up the staircase.
"Frypan we're in. How you doing?" he spoke into the walkie talkie.
"Yeah...yeah. I'm getting their. Say hello to Minho for me."
"Hang in the buddy," Thomas replied.
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With a grunt, Gally pulled open the hatch. After 10 or so minutes of drilling, he had managed to get it open. They were greeted with a bunch of wires and a striking blue one in the middle.